It is odd, but no one knew quite how to get me to relax like Gran. It is strange not talking with her every day. This last year I grew so distant from mum and Gran. I had no idea how things were going, but that was all going to change now. Around 9 pm, I gave Gran a big kiss on her cheek and gave mum a hug and kiss and headed back home. I offered to stay the night repeatedly, and mum said no. She was not giving up her recliner, and she said besides, "Gran would be furious if she woke up and saw her Claire sleeping on the floor. Go home and rest. I will see you tomorrow." I told mum that I would. I then looked at her and asked, "Tomorrow, can you tell me more stories about your childhood? I don't know that much about your youth or Gran. She said her family used to live on a farm near here and that she used to play on the hills. Mum looked at me and said, "shew." I laughed a much-needed laugh and headed out.

I had returned the Rogue and was not sporting around in mum's car. She had a very respectable Honda Accord. I sometimes would swear if she had to decide whether to keep me or that accord, she would pick the Honda Accord. I loved the car too. It was a smooth ride, and it was fun to pretend I was a race car driver. I drove by Centennial park on the way to mum's house. I stopped and looked at the Parthenon. I always loved looking at it at night. It felt calming to me. The sturdy stone was going nowhere. No matter how far I roam, I know some things won't change- Nashville hot chicken and the Parthenon.